Kill Shot

Looking straight down the barrel

I can see the bullet made with gunpowder of hopelessness

aimed, cocked, and ready to be fired

waiting for my last words, the finger on the trigger with a firm press

As I sit there staring into the gun

I know who is hiding behind the firearm

we seem to run into each other quite a bit

and trust me, I know they mean harm

with a slight pull, and a loud bang

there's no escaping... I'm done

I took one last breath, blinked my last blink

then I was killed by life with a gun

I lie there on the floor

I can't move, and everything's going black

starting to slip away

there's no hope of coming back

It doesn't matter though

at times I'd rather be dead

than living my life

in my dark bitter head

Author's Note

ignore any mistakes
enjoy

Reviews

[MandaBear]

intense and kinda dark very interesting

[CourtneyShay]

oh wow i really hope yu dont feel this way about life

[Desmund Tiny]

this is one poem is intense and kinda dark... I love it...... =3

[Call_Me_Miss_Imperfect]

Aww D: I hope this isn't how you really feel about life.
This is a great poem though.
Great job:)

Ashley Rivers--Dream BIG and you'll win BIG:)